A sharp slap echoed in the closed room. The four corners of the room were the only witnesses to the rage unleashed by the man standing before the woman. He was breathing heavily, his anger so intense he could strangle her at any moment. His eyes were blazing, like a monster ready to devour its prey. Yana’s head snapped to the side from the impact. A large, red imprint of a hand was etched on her left cheek. Yana pursed her lips, enduring the burning pain that made her want to burst into tears. She clenched her fists to stop herself from crying. It wasn’t the physical pain that hurt, but her bruised ego.
“Stupid! How many times do I have to tell you to ignore that old man? He has nothing to do with our plan, he’s not part of it. You should be watching Romano, he’s our target! Why are you so damn stubborn? Have you forgotten that you owe me everything, yet you dare defy me?” A stifled groan escaped Yana’s lips as the man violently pulled her h
